1. The Circle: Abduction


    Date: 1/31/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cruelty, Drug, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Slavery, Teen, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

    metallic clank of the door being opened. Bile rose in my throat as the door creaked open. I scrambled onto my knees, cowering away from my captor. I was terrified that Marco would come for me again, but instead that same, beautiful woman entered with a tray. "Good, you are awake," she said without threat. "You will be hungry and thirsty. You must eat and regain your strength." Gone was the delicate dress I'd seen her in before. Now she wore a simple, white cotton top with denim jeans. Even in such drab clothing, she was still incredibly beautiful and my mind swirled in confusion that anyone so attractive could be so evil. I curled up in the corner of my bed and sat trembling with my knees clutched to my breasts. "Who are you?" I asked with tears again forming in my eyes. "Please, let me go," I begged. "I swear I won't tell anyone." The woman actually looked saddened by my fear and sat on the bed next to me. Setting the tray on the bed, she gently caressed my face. "I'm so sorry, Jessica. This must be terribly difficult for you, but you need to know, you will never see your home again." I heard her say the words but my mind refused to grasp their meaning. I begged her to free me, to protect me from Marco, but she only shook her head. "This is going to be hard for you to understand, but you are now a slave. Your life isn't yours any more than mine belongs to me. We are females, and we exist for the sole purpose of pleasing the Masters of the Circle. Now drink, and I will try ...
    to explain. Fearfully, I took the cup. For a moment, I hesitated, thinking it might be drugged, but my thirst was ferocious and with a trembling hand, I drank deeply. Finishing the cup, I gazed at her. "You are a slave?" "Yes." she responded with a smile, as if she felt no remorse at her plight. "I am called Circe, and Marco is my brother." A wave of revulsion swept through me at hearing his name and my chest heaved as I began to cry. "He raped me. I was raped by your brother!" My body shook with shame and sorrow. Circe took my hand and held it tightly. "Of course he did. It was his right as a man. He is very pleased with how you responded to him." "Responded! What are you talking about. He forced himself on me! You both kidnapped me and brought me here! What gives you the right-!" Circe's grip on my hand grew tighter and her gaze turned iron. "Yes, we did. You need to understand, everything you believed, everything you knew is over. The world you live in now will not accept your defiance. How long you live, and how painfully you die will depend on this. Neither Marco or I can change this." Circe pulled her long hair away from the back of her neck and revealed an intricate glyph tattooed on the back of her neck. "This is my brand. It is the mark of the Circle and it means that I am owned by them. I live and will die at their pleasure, and now so shall you." Instinctively, my hand flew to the back of my neck, as if I could feel such a mark, but Circe gently pulled my hand away. ...
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